Czech One

The train is rushing Under the echo And she burns She asked me why I'm here Why I come here every night Do you need to tell us something? No, I need a place to write And as the sea of darkness forms And casts Us into night You asked me what her name was called But I found it hard to write One time I was impaled for a loan And Thrown into a pile I said you know where I'm coming from And She looked me in the eye Loverboy, you drown too quick You're fading out Sight Is it the numb density? Can't even look her in the eye Where tiny men have been absorbed For questioning The sky To when and where the stars were formed To Glance upon this night Light years to sit upon And paint us as We like And to think it's us she's wasted on Can't Even look her in the eye See I found a new place to mourn She Asked me who died What if there's a darker uniform? I need a place to hide As simple as his favorite gun The burning of The spire And yet he still searched for warmth But he Was cold by the fire She grips me tight, she grips me tight But I still rip at the seams I can't sleep and I never slept a Night But she still sits in my dreams I'm out of sight, so out of sight But she sees what I see She's watching Me She's still watching Me She still sees what I see The train is rushing Under the echo and